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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.