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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hashim to the dance 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
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,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.