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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.