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 France and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Tommy Roe to the disco 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.