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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.