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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Can,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.