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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.