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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Raincoats to the rap 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Zapp,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.