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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.