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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.