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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.