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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.