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 Palau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
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.