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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.