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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.