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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.