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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.