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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Oneida to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.