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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.