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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.