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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Can,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.