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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
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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.