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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.