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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.