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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Mr. Review to the dance 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.