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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Monks,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.