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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.