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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Skaos to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.