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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.