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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.