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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.