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 Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron 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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Television,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.