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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.