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 New Zealand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.