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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.