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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.