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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.