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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.