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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.