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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.