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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.