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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
X-101,
cv313,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.