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 Norway and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the techno 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.