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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.