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 Armenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Todd Terry to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.