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 Italy and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.