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 Burkina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Q65,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, 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.