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 Greece and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the punk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.