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 Liberia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
MDC,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.