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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Inner City,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
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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.