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 Romania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Sight & Sound to the rap 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.