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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.