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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the disco 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.