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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 oboe 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 One Last Wish to the crunk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.