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 Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
June Days,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.