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 Gabon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Mars,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.