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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.