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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the crunk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.