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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.