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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.