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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.