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 Brazil and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.