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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
X-101,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.