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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the funk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 808 and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.