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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.