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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.