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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cure to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.