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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Idris Muhammad 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.