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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 harpsichord 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.