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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.