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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.