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 Sierra Leone 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Agent Orange to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.