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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.