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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
UT,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.