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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.