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 the UAE and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
MDC,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.