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 Comoros 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.