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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Warsaw to the funk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.