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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.