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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 cv313 to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
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.