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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.