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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the jazz 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.