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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Brick,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.