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 Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Scion,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.