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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
The Index,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.