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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.