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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.