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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.