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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Q65,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Fear,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.