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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blackbyrds to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.