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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.