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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Index,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.