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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 The Techniques to the dance 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.