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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.