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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.