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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Swans,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.