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 Egypt and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the electroclash 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.