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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.