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 Gambia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 marimba 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 Cameo to the rap 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.