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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Monks,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.