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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the rock 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.