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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.