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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.