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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.