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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.