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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
X-102,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.