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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.