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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Seoul and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Chrome,
X-102,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.