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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Scion,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.