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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.