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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Hashim to the funk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.