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 France 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.