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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
CMW,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.