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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.