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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.