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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.