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 Nauru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.