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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.