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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.