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 Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Maurizio to the grime 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.