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 Iceland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.