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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Model 500 to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.