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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Slave,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.