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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.