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 Liberia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
MDC,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.