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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.