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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
UT,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.