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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
The Gories,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.