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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the rock 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Index,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.