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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.