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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.