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 Comoros and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.