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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.