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 Bolivia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Victims to the punk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Q65,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.