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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.