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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.