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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.