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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.