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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.