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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.