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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.