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 Ghana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
ABC,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.