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 Mauritania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.