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 Congo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a 808 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.