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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.