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 Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.