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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.