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 Botswana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.