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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.