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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.