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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.