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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 One Last Wish 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.