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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Can,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.