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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Donald Byrd to the disco 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.