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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Moebius to the dance 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.