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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Blancmange to the dance 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.