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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.