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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.