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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.