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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.