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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.