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 New Zealand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Urselle to the funk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.