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 Sweden and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.