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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fire Engines 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
The Human League,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.