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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.