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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.