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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the rap 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Index,
Deakin,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.