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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.