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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.