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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.