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 Spain and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.