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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.