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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.