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 Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.