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 Uruguay 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.