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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.