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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Television,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.