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 Mali and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Gong,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.