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 Palau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
The Motions,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.