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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.