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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
AZ,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.