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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Aswad to the techno 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.