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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the dance 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.