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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.