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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.