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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
MDC,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.