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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.