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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.