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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.