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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Five Americans to the rock 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.