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 Seychelles and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.