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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.