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 Algeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.