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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Minny Pops to the rap 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 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 Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.