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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.