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 Guyana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Model 500,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
the Association,
The Victims,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.