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 Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 DJ Style to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.