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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.