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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.