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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.