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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Eurythmics to the funk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.