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 Kiribati and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Television,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.