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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.