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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.