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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.