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 Andorra and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lindisfarne to the rap 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.