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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '90s.
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 Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.