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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.