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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.