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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Quantec to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Sparks,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.