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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.