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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.