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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the rap 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.