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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.