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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 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 New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.