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 Korea North and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.