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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Bad Manners to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.