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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.