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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Faust,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.