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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Roxette,
ABC,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.