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 Argentina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visage 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.