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 Oman and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.