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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Index,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.