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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.