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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mandrill to the grunge 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Television,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.