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 Moldova and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.