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 Belgium and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Wings,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.