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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Chrome to the punk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.