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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.