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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.