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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jandek to the grunge 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.