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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.