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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun 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?
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.