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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
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,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.