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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Smog,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.