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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.