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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the jazz 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.