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 India and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.