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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Technova,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.