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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Don Cherry to the punk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.