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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pylon to the funk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.