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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.