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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.