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 Kenya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.