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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 T. Rex to the crunk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Zeros,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.