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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Doors to the rap 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 spring reverb and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Index,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.