Infinitely Losing My Edge

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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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.

All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Mo-Dettes, Alphaville, Rotary Connection, New York Dolls, Hot Snakes, Radiohead, Gichy Dan, Joey Negro, Ash Ra Tempel, Barrington Levy, Roxy Music, Lindisfarne, The Dave Clark Five, Alton Ellis, Ronan, Bobbi Humphrey, Angry Samoans, Strawberry Alarm Clock, The Slackers, X-102, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Pagans, This Heat, Aaron Thompson, Joy Division, Amon Düül II, Laurel Aitken, Loose Ends, Sunsets and Hearts, Roger Hodgson, Man Parrish, Idris Muhammad, Cheater Slicks, Crime, Beasts of Bourbon, Gregory Isaacs, Fluxion, Grauzone, Amazonics, Letta Mbulu, Hasil Adkins, Gang of Four, Tomorrow, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Yellowson, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Trumans Water, Talk Talk, The New Christs, The Five Americans, The Wake, Supertramp, Marcia Griffiths, The Sonics, kango's stein massive, Quadrant, Jacques Brel, Mars, Lower 48, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Ten City, Peter and Kerry, The Pop Group, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.

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.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)