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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.