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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.