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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Pole,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
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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.