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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Prince Buster 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.