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 Benin 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Smog,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.