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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Nas,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Television,
the Association,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.