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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.