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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.