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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.