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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dennis Brown to the disco 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Can,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.