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 Japan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.