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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
ABC,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.