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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.