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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
AZ,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
The Associates,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.