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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.