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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Doobie Brothers to the crunk 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.