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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Index,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.