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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.