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 Nigeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.