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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.