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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.