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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.