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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.