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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Alison Limerick 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.