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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.