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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pretty Things 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 sitar 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.