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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Franke,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.