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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Flipper to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
UT,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Pagans,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Smog,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.