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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.