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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultravox to the jazz 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.