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 Benin and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.