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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an oboe 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.