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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Five Americans to the grunge 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Can,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.