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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.