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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.