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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Franke,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.