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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rites of Spring to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.