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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.