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 Kiribati and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Television,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.