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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.