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 Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Womack to the funk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.