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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Ossler to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Echospace,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.