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 United States and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.