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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.