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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the techno 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.