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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
UT,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.