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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Brick,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.