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 Suriname and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
ABC,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.