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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Magma,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.