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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Rekid,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.