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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.