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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.