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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.