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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a rhodes 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.