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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.