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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.