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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.