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 Maldives and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.