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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.