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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
X-101,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.