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 Iran and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.