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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.