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 Gabon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Niagra,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.