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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.