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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
UT,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.