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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Swans,
David McCallum,
10cc,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.