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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the dance 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Lalann,
Technova,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.