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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.