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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.