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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.