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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.