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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.