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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the disco 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.