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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.