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 Denmark and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.