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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Fortunes to the crunk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Rakim,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Faust,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.