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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.