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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.