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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.