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 Slovenia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.