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 Hungary and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.