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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.