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 Mauritius and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Kinks to the grunge 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.