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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.