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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.