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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.