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 Bolivia 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.