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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the punk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.