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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.