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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.