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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Nico,
Mars,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.