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 Pakistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.