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 Comoros and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
The Move,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.