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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.