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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Names,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
10cc,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.