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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.