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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.