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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.