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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.