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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.