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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 10cc to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.