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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Ronan to the funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Q65,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.