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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.