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 Philippines and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.