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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.