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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.