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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Flipper,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.