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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Lalann,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Television,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.