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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Ossler,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.