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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.