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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
June Days,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.