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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Offenders to the funk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.