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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.