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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.