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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
the Germs,
EPMD,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.