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 Kenya 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Tubeway Army to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.