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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.