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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the punk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.