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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.