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 Canada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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?
The Vogues,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.