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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.