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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Monks,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.