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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.