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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
10cc,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.