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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
The Associates,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.