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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joy Division to the funk 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.