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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.