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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lalann to the electroclash 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.