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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the jazz 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.