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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.