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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yaz 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.