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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Monks to the rap 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 a rhodes and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.