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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.