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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
The Move,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.