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 Guyana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.