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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the rap 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.