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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.