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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Monks,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.