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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.