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 Georgia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
JFA,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.