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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Lyres,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.