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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Evens,
10cc,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.