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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.