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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.