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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Brick,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.