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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sparks to the grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Television,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Can,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.