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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.