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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marc Almond to the funk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.