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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.