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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the dance 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.