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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Mars,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.