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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.