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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.