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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.