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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.