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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.