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 Palau 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Franke,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.