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 East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a 808 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.