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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Magma,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.