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 Saudi Arabia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Drexciya to the dance 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.