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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.