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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
PIL,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
UT,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.