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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Marc Almond to the techno 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
10cc,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.