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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.