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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Kayak,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.