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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the disco 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.