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 Monaco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.