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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Swans,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.