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 South Africa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the funk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
The Move,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.