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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.