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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.