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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
June Days,
Scion,
Can,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.