Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
The Saints,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.