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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.