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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.