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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
June Days,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.