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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 the Sonics to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.