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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.