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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.