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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.