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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
MC5,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.