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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.