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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.