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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Nas,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.