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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.