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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.