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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.