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 Egypt and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.