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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.