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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Wire,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.