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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Crime,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.