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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.
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.