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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.