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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Parry Music to the jazz 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.