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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.