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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Todd Terry to the rap 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Josef K,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.