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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Nico,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.