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 Greece and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.