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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.