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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Rekid,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.