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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.