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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.