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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.