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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 oboe 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Television,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.