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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.