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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.