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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.