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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.