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 Ethiopia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.