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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.