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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.