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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the rock 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
X-102,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.