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 Hungary and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the punk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.