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 Chad and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.