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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.