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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.