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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.