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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.