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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.