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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.