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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the grunge 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.