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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.