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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.