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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the punk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.