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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Ten City,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.