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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Peter and Kerry 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.