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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.