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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a theremin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.