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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.