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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.