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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.