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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
ABBA,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.