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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Monks,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Organ,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.