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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.