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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.