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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
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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.