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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Don Cherry to the rap 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.