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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aaron Thompson 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.