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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.