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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.