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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.