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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.