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 Belarus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.