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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Foxx to the electroclash 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.