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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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?
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.