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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Index,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.