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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
The Index,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
New Order,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.