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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the disco 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.