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 Colombia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.