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 Lesotho and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.