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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Franke,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.