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 Algeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.