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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.