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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.