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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.