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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Magma,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.