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 Bangladesh 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Scientists,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
the Human League,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Index,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.