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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.