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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
cv313,
Nico,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.