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 Iceland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 an organ 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Ten City,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.