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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.