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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.