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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The United States of America 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.