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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.