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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Magma,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.